'Ye can call it influenza if ye like,' said Mrs. Machin. 'There was no influenza in my young days. We called a cold a cold.'
Arnold Bennett (1867 - 1931)
Source: The Card
Contributed by: Zaady
The price of Justice is eternal publicity.
Your own mind is a sacred enclosure into which nothing harmful can enter except by your permission.
It is within the experience of everyone that when pleasure and pain reach a certain intensity they are indistinguishable.
The great advantage of being in a rut is that when one is in a rut, one knows exactly where one is.
The war years count double. Things and people not actively in use age twice as fast.
Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.
The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else.
The manner in which one single ray of light, one single precious hint, will clarify and energize the whole mental life of him who receives it, is among the most wonderful and heavenly of intellectual phenomena.
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